The Game

The evening sunsets down,

Leaving crimson sky behind.

The birds fly for home,

But forgetting some ashore.

Dreaming of their home town,

Men babble all around.

Raising one hand brown,

One sighs and smiles proudly.

He hunted and got scarred for life,

Thinking peace will hail profound.

Little did he know the sly game,

That war and peace play alone.